きれなかおだしをしたオンナとしてみることにした
Title: “Kire-naka Oi-dashi: A Hotel Fetish Fandango”
’établishment was a seedy hotel on the outskirts of Tokyo, favored by couples seeking a sordid tryst away from prying eyes. The air was thick with the musky scent of lust and desperation, ripe with the promise of taboo pleasures. It was here that she found herself, Waka, a young woman with a kinky curiosity burning within her.
The bellhop, a middle-aged man with a well-worn smile and eyes that gleamed with dollar signs, led her to Room 666. “Lucky number,” he winked. Waka forced a smile and slid into the room, immediately noticing the red, plush sheets and the oversized vanity mirror.
She began to undress, but paused at the sound of a gentle knock on the door. Opening it revealed a masked man, clad in a janitor’s uniform, with a knowing glint in his eyes. “Service, ma’am?” he asked, his voice dripping with innuendo. Waka nodded, and he entered, his eyes drinking in her nearly naked form.
Moments later, Waka was on her hands and knees on the bed, the janitor’s rough hands exploring her body, his hard length pushing against her from behind. She arched her back, presenting herself fully to him, eager for his touch. He pushed into her then, filling her with his thickness, and she couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure.
The cushioning of the bed beneath her breasts, the harsh breathing of the man behind her, the sting of his slaps to her ass – it all sent waves of euphoria through her. She lost herself in the sensations, in the depravity of the moment.
Suddenly, a new knock at the door sent a thrill through both of them. The janitor pulled out of her and went to answer, returning with a second man, equally as masked and aroused. Waka’s heart raced with anticipation.
They took her together then, one in her mouth, the other in her pussy, the men grunting and thrusting harshly. The room filled with the lewd sounds of flesh upon flesh, mingling with Waka’s moans and the men’s groans of release.
After it was over, the men tucked themselves away and left, Waka collapsing onto the now-messy sheets. She was spent, her body humming with satisfaction. She had wanted a taste of the taboo, of the illicit, and she had definitely gotten it.
But as she gathered up her clothes and prepared to leave, a look in the vanity mirror stopped her. There, scrawled on the fogged glass, was a message that sent ice through her veins: “Kire-naka oidashi wo shita onna toshite miru hatsushita, kyo wa Watashi no bearingshy_INET DE!!” It was a taunt, a boast, a warning. She had become the woman who had willingly submitted to a hotel gloryhole, and the world would know.
Waka fled then, her mind awhirl. She had sought thrills, but had she bitten off more than she could chew? Only time would tell if her bold act would come back to haunt her.
